Does anybody else out there—
Oh, tell me I am not alone!—
Go out cloaked in hair not your own?
Good grief! I’ve got it everywhere!
It sticks like glue that wants to stay,
Especially on nicer clothes:
Horrendous mess that only grows
And hardly ever goes away.
I cannot help but pay this price
Right now to be with dogs I love:
Open affection, effusive love.
No. This is not much sacrifice:
Marked up because dogs gave me hugs,
Emotion at my heartstring tugs.
for “Roosevelt” and others
November 12, 2016